The Echoes of Thought

Feel the wish of the thought to break through,
 Break through every hindrance,
 Like the soul longs to live for ever
 The walking continues now slowly now fast
 It has always been bordered by feelings,
 Hindrances and the plague of doubt
 But what in this is recollection?
 What does this mean?
 The echoes of thoughts are heard in the emptiness
 That used to be so full of chaos
 The thought wants to break through
 To set out and explore every part of the big and different existence
 That was once so full of meaning, but is now sheer emptiness
 Is this the goal of the walk?
 Is it to this void the thought will break
 Perhaps what is yet space,
 unexplored, comes to view and we catch a hint of
 What is further away in the remote distance
 But it disappears as quickly as it appeared
 And what is our daily business
 Is chained and locked to the moment for the time being
 But what in this is recollection?
 Have we been here before?
 We are still fed with the already known
 The spoils of everyday life
 The power is in their hands
 I don't want to go on like this,
 But where am I?
 Like a small carriage, drawn by a thousand horses
 I am being dragged along,
 Though with just one word
 I could stop it all
 But can't get myself to bother,
 Although my hottest wish is to turn around
 And go back...
 This is a total change
 The surprise is part of the movement,
 My subconscious is searching and transforming
 And all of a sudden... but again it is disappearing
 And the walking continues as before sometimes slowly, sometimes fast
 The question remains:
 Is this what I am looking for:
 The silence, the echo and the thin, little ray of light
 Coming from a distant land far away...?